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I hung out with Mr. Kinkade tonight.
We became con-artists and attempted to make a fake I.D. for Matt plus ate dinner with his family.
Then we saw The Passion of the Christ and I cried enough for the both of us.
My parents kicked us out of my driveway and the night was over.
We became con-artists and attempted to make a fake I.D. for Matt plus ate dinner with his family.
Then we saw The Passion of the Christ and I cried enough for the both of us.
My parents kicked us out of my driveway and the night was over.